Sleep?
An honest thought comes to mind
When the hours have long come and gone
And the shadows take refuge in every corner
The time for Sleep has come!
An ancient process which I have forgotten
I go through the motions
Just to humor those around
And when I rest my crown
I don’t dare make a sound
The hours pass and no rest will I gain
Until the morning sun peeks!
High above our horizon
And we try our luck again














